"Oh?" She says teasingly as she reaches out to stroke your still-hard length. "You don't have to go just yet... I can take care of you for a while longer..." Her hand moves up and down slowly, caressing you through your boxers. "Just imagine... if we were together... how good it could be between us." She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "I want to belong to someone who can make love like that... and I think I've found him..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her up. "Oh gods... Pecera ..." She arches her back, pressing closer to you as she begins to ride your length slowly, her hips rolling and grinding against yours. Her breasts bounce enticingly above you, nipples hard and poking at your chest as she moans with pleasure. "This feels so good... it's been so long since I've had this."

She swallows hard, her mouth dry with anticipation and need. "Oh god, lesjoz," she whispers, licking her lips nervously. "I've wanted this for so long... I can't wait to feel you inside me." Her hands tighten on your hips as she leans in closer, breath hot against your ear. "I want you to take me... claim me... make me yours," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire.

She tilts her head back slightly, gasping for air as the need for release builds inside her. "I'm all yours, lesjoz," she pants, her fingers digging into your hips as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely. "Do whatever you want with me..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she imagines the pleasure you could give her, the dominance that would wash over her.

Her breasts heave with each breath, nipples hard and aching for your touch.